Wayward Trouble (Wayward Saints MC Book 5) (9 page)

Standing on my tiptoes, I wrap my arms around him, and melt into his touch. When I’m breathless, he pulls away and wraps an arm around me and pulls me out to the back of the clubhouse.
 

“I’m sorry I was trying to calm down and time got away from me. I shouldn’t have left you in the room alone that long.” That’s two sorrys in a row. That’s weird for someone who supposedly never says sorry. Before he can pull me any further, I stop him.
 

“Why are you sorry?” I ask hesitantly.
 

He almost looks guilty and my mind goes straight to him fucking another girl again. He must see my expression because he looks me in the eye and promises me that he wasn’t with a woman.
 

He grabs my hand and pulls me behind him. When we walk into the bike shop, he spins me around, and sits me in a chair. He points over at the bike on the rack and says, “I was working on my girl. It’s the only way I can calm myself down without fucking someone.”
 

I can’t help but giggle at that. “You work on your bike, so you don’t fuck girls?”
 

He gives me a grin, and walks over to me. With both hands on either side of me, he lean close to me, “I like when you say the word fuck. It’s hot.”
 

He places his lips on mine. Kissing him back, I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him a little closer to me. He pulls away before it can get too heated again.
 

“You’re trouble, sugar,” he whispers, kissing right below my ear.
 

My whole body shivers, and I can’t help but smile at him. He stands to his full height and then walks over to the bike. I watch him grab a wrench off a workbench, and he goes back to work on his bike.
 

Chapter Ten

A quarter to five, I finally finish putting my bike back together. I can tell Wynter is bored out of her mind, but every few seconds she asks what each part is. After explaining everything to her, she begs me to let her put a piece on the bike.
 

When I finally give her one job, she jumps and down squealing like a kid. Showing her exactly what to do, I watch her put the spark plug in, and then I grab her hand and force her to sit her cute little ass in the chair.
 

Once I get my bike off the lift, I start the engine, and listen to her purr. Wynter’s eyes light up and she comes over to me. “You wanna go for a ride?” I ask her. She nods her head up and down like a kid, and I give her my helmet and help her on.
 

The feeling of her legs squeezing me turns me the fuck on, and I can’t help but groan. Her arms wrap around me, and I take off out of the clubhouse parking lot and to an unknown location. Shit all I want to do is ride, and feel her body pressed up against mine.
 

Fuck I sound like a pussy.

When I finally pull over forty five minutes later, we are at a small diner I escape to when shit gets to be too much at the clubhouse.
 

“Where are we?” she questions. I watch her scan the area, probably looking for that asshole. Wrapping my arm around her, I lead her inside, and pull her into a booth with me.
 

“I come here when I need to get away. Plus the food is pretty damn good,” I say with a smile.
 

“Why did you bring me here then? I mean if you only come here to get away from everything.” She looks down at her hands. I lean over and whisper in her ear, “Cause I wanted to come here with you.”
 

I watch the chills form over her skin, and I know I affect her like she’s been affecting me. I just have to remember that I can’t push her too fast.
 

Once the waitress comes and goes, Wynter starts to loosen up and talk to me.
 

“What’s your favorite thing to do?” she asks, eyeing me.

“Ride.” It’s my favorite thing next to sex, but I know she will get all shy again and stop talking. Truth is, I like listening to her talk about nothing and everything.
 

She just giggles. “Now I know that’s not exactly the truth.”
 

“Well if you think you know me so well, then tell me what my favorite thing to do,” I challenge her.
 

She watches me for a second before she whispers the word sex.
 

“Sugar we are both adults, you can say the word sex out loud,” I smirk. Her cheeks turn a light shade of red, and I can’t help but laugh.
 

Once we finish eating, I toss some cash down, and she pushes me out of the booth.
 

“I know it’s just not something I’m comfortable with saying out loud.” Her voice is quiet, almost like she’s afraid of what my reply will be.
 

“Babe, I’ll have you saying all kinds of words you’ve never dreamed of in a week.” She shakes her head no, and I just wrap my arm around her waist and pull her closer.
 

Getting back on my bike, I wait for her to put the helmet on, and then I help her on. “We have to stop by my brother’s house on the way back.”
 

“Okay.” She doesn’t look happy about it, but I think her and Anslie will get along fine.

I turn the key and the engine roars to life. Wynter wraps her arms around me, and I can feel the sweet torture start all over again. I’m gonna die from fucking blue balls.
 

Pulling into my brother’s yard, I see him watching my nephews ride around on little three wheelers. One of them almost clips me, and I almost knock Wynter off the bike. When I park my bike next to my brother’s, she places her head in my back, and I can feel her laughter.
 

“Sorry about that. I say against her temple when I help her off the bike. “Death by toddler,” she giggles. “And here I was afraid of Saxton.” She shakes her head and the twins both stop their three wheelers to come run at me. I kneel down just in time for them to run into my arms.
 

I pick them both up and walk over to Wynter. “Sugar, these are my nephews Severye and Remington. Boys this is Wynter.” They both give her a shy little wave, and Brant starts to laugh.
 

“Oh now they’re shy…” I set them both down and they go running to Brant.
 

“Come on. Let’s put these up before your mom sees what we are doing out here,” he tells them. They both nod their heads, and try to push them back to the shed on the side of the house.
 

Brant and I end up pushing them back, while the twins run inside giggling.

I just shake my head. “Anslie doesn’t know about these?”
 

He smirks, “Hell no. She would kill me, but the boys are naturals. Just like us as kids.” I shake my head, and laugh at him.
 

“I sure hope she finds out and puts your ass in the doghouse.” I chuckle.
 

“Naw, she’s too fucking horny to make me sleep outside.”

Wynter clears her throat, and I just smile. Walking back over to where she’s standing, I wrap an arm around her and whisper, “Trust me, I will get you used to this language.” She shakes her head at me, and I just grab her ass in response.
 

Walking into Brant’s house, I see the baby shit everywhere. It looks like a baby store threw up all over their living room. Wynter’s eyes widen when she takes in the house.
 

“Yeah he outdid himself when he fixed this place up,” I murmur in her ear. She continues her scan of the room when Anslie walks in and sees us.
 

“Jase!” she says excitedly. She walks over to me with her belly starting to really show. I wrap her in my arms and she asks, “Is this the girl I’ve heard about?” I look down at her, and nod my head. She squeals, releasing me, and pulls Wynter into a hug.

Wynter looks a little concerned, but I just walk away. Anslie is Anslie and I know that Wynter is in good hands with her.

Walking into the kitchen, I see Brant sitting at the counter with a laptop in front of him.
 

“Take a seat, I’ll show you what I’ve got so far.” Nodding, I sit in the chair next to him, and he turns the screen towards me.

Looking at the screen, I see a picture of that son of a bitch. He looks smug, and I would give anything right now to knock that smug look off his face. Also in the photo is a woman with a little girl. The woman looks totally different than Wynter, and I’m almost positive that they aren’t even related.
 

Looking over all the information that Brant has on the screen, I know who he’s working with.
 

“B, shits about to hit the fan.” Looking over the information one more time, I look over and see Anslie and Wynter sitting on the couch looking at the baby stuff.
 

“You know who he’s working for?” he says turning towards me.

“Yeah. He’s working with the Black Hills and the assholes we are looking into for that shit that’s going down in Sacramento.” Pointing to the man in the next photo, I tell him, “That’s the president of the Black Hills MC, and that right there,” I say pointing to the guy next to him, “is Emilio Hernandez. That fucker is the leading distributer in women in the United States.”

Brant pushes away from the table and goes to fridge to grab a couple of beers. “Fuck are you serious?” he asks me, handing me a beer. Opening the bottle with my keys, I toss the cap on the counter, and take a long drink of the beer.
 

“Yeah.”
 

“If any of them find out that Saxton is looking for her, Emilio will take everyone out and start over; that includes us for protecting her.” He slams the beer down on the counter. Anslie and Wynter come into the kitchen with wide eyes.
 

“Brant is everything okay?” Anslie asks hesitantly. He wraps his arm around her, and kisses her forehead. His hand rests on her stomach, and Anslie knows something is wrong.
 

“I have a feeling lockdown is going to be in our near futures…” he curses under his breath, and take a drink of his beer.
 

Wynter looks over to me, and I just hold my arm out to her. When she’s standing next to me, her eyes land on the computer screen, and her eyes widen. She looks down to me, and she knows why Brant is mad.
 

“I’ll call Dad and Prez,” I mutter. Wynter doesn’t let me leave her in the room with them. Instead she follows me as I walk outside to call my old man.
 

“Yeah?” he asks when he answers.
 

“We got a huge fucking problem,” I mutter into the phone. Wynter tenses and wraps her arms around me. I bury my head into her neck, and I can feel her breathing shudder. She scared and fuck she has a good reason to be.
 

Chapter Eleven